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HOMELESS IN MILWAUKEE

By Kenvil Atkins   

Empty wallet
No pocket
Living on the sidewalk
Tin cup in hand
Fill with sand
Don’t stand a chance
Not even a glance

Bed of stones
Could break his bones
Oh for a phone
Could he call home
There is no dial tone

Pass a bye
Don’t ask why
To this shy guy
Hungry bellies
Can't see him
Your eyes are too dim
He too had a dream

Who knows his story?
What is it to tell
Knee deep in hell
Waiting for the dinner bell

In the eyes of the homeless

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Key Words : Milwaukee, Homeless, fifty states, careless

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You see them every day, sitting by the way, perhaps today, on your way. it was not always that way but hey, dont be careless you too can have a say.



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